For years I have proclaimed I don’t care for Valentine’s Day. It wasn’t a lie. I didn’t need extra romance. My life was pretty darned exciting. Adding flowers and sparkly jewellery and fizz and special meals was surplus to requirements. But I have noticed, as I age, indeed, as my life has become steadily more domesticated, that I do want to be shown a little extra special affection once a year. And I don’t care that Valentine’s Day is contrived. Really I don’t. READ MORE